Things I’m loving these days

[Here's where I'm supposed to apologize for not posting for almost three damn weeks, but sorry-not-sorry. I've been busy working and parenting and watching lots of television and napping. While I've missed you all, these things are also very important.]

1. Doc Martin. Yes it’s a random British comedy that was recommended to me by my mother-in-law who heard about it from her 80-year-old neighbor, but I love it and I won’t apologize.

2. Suri’ Burn Book. Things like this remind me that the Internet can be a wonderful, wonderful place.

3. Iced coffee. I’ve got two huge jars of the concentrate in my fridge right now and I’m consuming so much of the stuff that I’m usually levitating come 11am. But when done up right it tastes like chocolate ice cream SO WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO DO?

4. Our new car. I feel like a jackass for putting this on here, but after nature tried to destroy my life, I feel like I’m allowed a little excitement. Ours is gray (“graphite”, actually) and looks much like the Batmobile.

5. This song. All members of the Catrow Family sing their hearts out at the chorus.

6. How JR calls pistachios “mustachios.”

7. He also calls movie theaters “movie laters.” I can’t bring myself to correct him.

Chicken soup with rice

JR and I picked up a copy of Maurice Sendak’s Chicken Soup With Rice during our weekly stop by the library. He liked it so much that we read it three or four times before he went down for his nap. As I shut JR’s door and headed downstairs, I was hit by how sad it is that the world will never get anything new from Mr. Sendak.

Then I cried a bit.

You’ll start happening, too!

This Friday marks what would be Dr. Seuss’s 108th birthday. I’ve got a post up over at Raising Richmond as a little tribute to him. It’s also a reflection on the one year anniversary of my decision to stay at home with JR. Can you believe it’s been that long? Time passes quickly when you’re old and tired.

Anyway, as a little bonus for you guys, I’ve also got a video of me reading my personal Seuss favorite: Oh, the Places You’ll Go! I hope you like it. I also encourage you to post a video (and share a link in the comments) of you reading for favorite Dr. Seuss book. I think it’d be great for two reasons:

1. I love being able to see your lovely faces.
2. It’d be so fun to watch the videos with JR as we follow along in our own copies of each book.

So here you go!

The way I love you

I know it’s been nothing but videos and photos up in here lately, but, well, I’m just being kind of lazy these days. AND LOVIN’ IT.

I wanted to share this video with all of you because it is fantastic and will make you cry ugly-yet-happy tears. And then you’ll go and hold your babies so very tight because, oh my, how time is cruelly and wonderfully fleeting. Also: why did I never learn to play the guitar and then become a beautiful singer with a wonderful voice and an ethereal quality bystanders cannot help but love?

(Thanks to Patience for posting this last week and to The Checkout Girl for telling her about it.)

In related news, I’ve got a piece going up on RVANews tomorrow (Tuesday) about the lullabys (lullabyes?) I sing to JR. I so wish I could go back in time and sing this song to the baby version of him. Anyway, keep an eye out for it…and make sure to leave a comment sharing your favorite baby-lulling tunes.

This is how it works

I’ve mentioned my love for Regina Spektor before. I don’t know what is about her, but I just find her to be fantastic.

I’ve been listening to her song “On the Radio” a lot lately. And by “a lot” I mean “repeatedly.” There’s this one part that just gets to me in the best possible way, so I thought I’d share it with you.

This is how it works
You’re young until you’re not
You love until you don’t
You try until you can’t
You laugh until you cry
You cry until you laugh
And everyone must breathe
Until their dying breath

No, this is how it works
You peer inside yourself
You take the things you like
And try to love the things you took
And then you take that love you made
And stick it into some
Someone else’s heart
Pumping someone else’s blood
And walking arm in arm
You hope it don’t get harmed
But even if it does
You’ll just do it all again

Oh man, it just kills me. Kills me dead.

What’s killing you dead (in a good way) lately?